The Farmhand Fucked Me So Hard I Came Twice

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When I heard his voice, I knew immediately who it was and that he would end up fucking me hard.

No magic compares to being back on the farm in the late spring. After another semester of college, the opportunity to return to my roots and help with the family farm is a rewarding treat. Yes, the days are long, and the work is hard, but it’s how I was raised. I miss the smell of dirt being turned, the hay in the barns, and the animals’ sounds.

Most importantly, I’ll take the sound of gravel under my tires over the sirens and honking of the city any day of the week.

I never know who the crew is going to be. It changes every year. The only certainty is that my older sisters will pop in and out, but they aren’t as dedicated to Daddy’s farm as I am.

The farm is quiet when I pull up. Aside from the tractor tilling the south fields, I don’t see anyone. This isn’t unusual. Much of our help is teenage boys who work before and after school. Come 3:00, they will swarm in like locusts.

I’m not even going to unpack. As quickly as I can change into my work clothes, I will join the ranks, wherever they may be.

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Before heading to the fields, I study myself in the mirror. I’m still hella cute. My tight-fitting faded blue jeans and tight white tee-shirt show off my athletic, muscular build that only growing up on a farm can give a girl. Add in my dirty blonde hair and silvery blue eyes, and I’m sure the boys will have a stroke when they see me. It’s cute at first but gets annoying quickly.

Enough of this. It’s time to get to work. I need to find whoever is in charge this year.

I’m about to cross the fields where Daddy is plowing when a familiar voice stops me dead.

“Lexi? Is that you?” Oh, dear god. I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Jake was Daddy’s right-hand man for several years when I was in high school. To say I had a crush on him would be an understatement.

“Jake!” I spin to see a big, strong grown man. His baritone, gruff voice still…

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